When I was young I had a little garden that I grew,
A green thumbed girl, I’d dream my days away there as I flew
From each adventure I could dream, I swear, there’s always more,
I’d lean against my oak tree in my garden’s quiet lure.
When I grew a bit bigger sometimes I’d leave to explore
The bigger world that stood beyond the garden’s leafy door.
While I was gone, to my sincere surprise, I met a friend.
I brought him to my garden where we’d both dream and pretend.
We grew beside the garden which, together, we would tend
Our bond grew strong as oak; we knew that this would never end,
We’d duel and talk and draw our little pictures in the loam,
We even made a swing from the old oak tree, then a home.
Our small stick hut was big enough for both of us to fit
Until we grew too big to hide inside a fort of sticks
We built a real tree house in the oak branches above
But no more could be desired the day that we fell in love.
Each day was a new dream, and every kiss a new adventure,
We kept the garden blooming, and we always worked together,
When winter came, each year, we’d spark a fire til we learned
One day, the little fire caught, and the whole garden burned
Down to the ground, we only had each other, snow, and ash,
In tears, we left our burnt home, and for years we didn’t come back,
One Spring, we brought our children there and to our surprise,
The garden grew with green again, we saw with brand new eyes.
My friend and I, our kids close by, have tended and restored
The garden and our children grow; we built a cabin for
Us all to live and learn and grow like flowers; now we’ve seen
When life and love’s this wonderful, the world is like our dream:
It’s everything and anything we wanted it to be.